Uje Brandelius vårtal, BRINN BRASA BRINN, valborgsmässoafton 2024

30 april 2024 var Uje Brandelius vårtalare på Skansens traditionsenliga valborgsfirande på Sollidenscenen. Med sig på scenen hade han Marit Bergman, tillsammans framförde de låten "BRINN BRASA BRINN", specialskriven för kvällen. English lyrics below.
BURN BONFIRE BURN!
Burn bonfire burn! Burn bonfire burn!
Burn for light and warmth in the cold Walpurgis night
Burn for the bumblebee, burn for the fox, burn for the house mouse and the cat
Burn for the roach in the stream, burn for the squirrel on the branch
Burn for the bright green of the birch and the student choir on stage
Burn for all the birds of spring and the first ant of the year
Burn for the game of brännball and the first lyre of spring
Burn for all that has been and all that will be
We stand in front of the fire you and I
Burn, bonfire, burn! Burn, bonfire, burn!
Burn for the picnic in the park even though it's a bit too cold
Burn for the old man on the bench who asks you everything
Burn for new sunglasses, the ones you bought the other day
Burn for children's hands without mittens when you go to town
Burn for the gravel in your shoe and for the pile of snow that melted
Burn for the tussilago, the bravest hero of spring
Burn for all the snowdrops and bluebells on the hill
We stand in front of the fire and you kiss me on the neck
Burn, bonfire, burn! Burn, bonfire, burn!
Burn up all the old rubble that lies in a pile
There lies grief and anger and other old mold
There's no denying that it's satisfying to burn up
Along with an outhouse door and a rotten boat
Fire, throw your flames against the starry sky
While the spring frogs crawl out of the dune
Then we burn the iniquities that have been twenty years in the attic
We stand before the fire and you stroke my cheek
Burn, bonfire, burn! Burn, bonfire, burn!
Burn for that guy who thought he was cool
Because he had a gun
Burn for difficult conversations to settle old grudges
Who started the conflict doesn't matter
With spring comes warmth and brighter days
And they say it's time for stricter laws
They say it's high time for dogs and batons
But I'm a naive guy who believes in love songs
Burn bonfire burn! Burn, bonfire, burn!
Let all the harsh words become the prey of the lowly
The world suffers from a sickness that hits us in spurts
This sickness is called revenge and the constant search for power
It eats up our friendship at an ever faster pace
Burn for Skärholmen and Tensta, burn for Kiev and Gaza
Burn for the children who are prisoners in the midst of the horror of war
Burn for peace and freedom in all countries of the world
We stand before the fire and you warm my hands
Burn, bonfire, burn! Burn, bonfire, burn!
Burn up all the old and make way for something new
Forget what has happened and times that have fled
Let's cry for peace and love though it sounds silly
Love is all you need as they say a little carelessly
Yes, it may seem childish when the world is on fire
But I think it's good to be a little childish sometimes
I stand before the fire and before many die
I shout to the flames and hope they hear
Cease fire! Cease fire!